England -- Fiction; Mothers and daughters -- Fiction
"Look here, Mother," she said firmly. "I want to talk this out with you
and tell you all my plans; you have a right to know, and, besides, I
shall need your help. I want to take a scholarship at Cambridge in the
autumn, if I can. I shall only have my twenty-five pounds a year, I
know, because Milly's share you'll need for yourself, but Elizabeth has
some money put by, and she's offered to let me borrow from her until I
can earn something. I'm hoping that if it's not too late, I might manage
to hang out for a medical degree, but even if that's impossible I ought
to find some sort of work if I do well at college. And then there's
another thing." She hesitated for a moment but plunged on. "If you had a
tiny place of your own it would cost much less, as I've always told you.
Say just two or three comfortable rooms, for, of course, there wouldn't
be money enough for you to keep up a flat for the two of us; but that
wouldn't matter, because Elizabeth's got a flat of her own in London,
and could always put me up when I was there. If you were in London I
should feel so much happier about it all; I could look after you better,
don't you see? We could see so much more of each other; and then if you
were ill, or anything--and another thing is that you'd have a little
more money to spend. You could go and stay with people; you might even
be able to go abroad in the winter sometimes. Dearest, you do
understand, don't you?"
Mrs. Ogden was silent. She had turned rather pale, but when she spoke
her voice was quite gentle.
"I'm trying to understand, my dear," she said. "Let's see if I've got it
right. You say you mean to take your own money and go up to Cambridge in
the autumn. I suppose you'll stay there the usual time, and then
continue your studies at a hospital or some place; that's what they do,
don't they? Some day you hope to become a doctor, or if that fails to
find some other paid work, in order to be free to live away from me. You
mean to break up our home, if you can, and to take me to London as a
peace offering to your conscience, and when I'm there you hope to have
the time to run in and see me occasionally. I'm right, aren't I; it
would be only occasionally? For between your work and Elizabeth your
time would be pretty well taken up."
Joan made a sound of protest.
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